Ravenwings (Imaged + Completed) [1st in Trilogy]

Part I: Chapter 10

Raven didn't talk much of the very little he already talked that afternoon. One of two only friends had been kicked outside, and he didn't like it.

I'd made him begrudgingly promise not to sneak Potatonut back into the house, and he didn't even speak then.

He acted completely normal, he was just...quiet. Quieter than normal, that is.

As he hardly looked me in the eyes, I assumed he was mad at me, probably for not vouching harder for the one creature that could spend time with him when I could not. I genuinely tried, I swear!

He had gotten friends, and now, he didn't like to lose them. He didn't want to be lonely. Again.

We still filled our time well. I scrambled rubik's cubes and timed him solving them, we played a little more chess, I got him addicted to Netflix, and then I started writing in my diary while he seemed determined to learn Japanese so he wouldn't have to read the subtitles on his new anime. Well, he mastered chess and the rubix cube pretty fast.

It took him a day to learn the basic phrases of Potatonut screech, this'll probably take him an hour.

It was only a minor exaggeration. He could understand a lot of words (and insults) and could follow half of what his animes said after maybe five hours of very intense learning on the computer.

By then there was no denying that his wings and healing speed weren't the only unexplainable things about him — he had to be the smartest being alive.

That night, once the sun was down and the moon and stars were out, Raven flew outside to go hang out with the cat. I got ready for bed and, being exhausted, and was nearly asleep when Raven tumbled into my room so quickly I feared he was being chased and said, "Melody, Potatonut's gone."

"You didn't find him?"

"No."

"Do you...know where he went?"

"No."

"So he ran away?" I asked.

"Or got eaten," Raven murmured dreadfully.

"Oh, wow, um..." 'Eaten' is a very vulgar choice... "I think it's too early to assume something like that, I'm sure he's alright," I tried to reassure him.

Raven took a deep breath. "You promise?"

"Yes, I'm sure Potatonut was mad at getting thrown outside and decided to run away. I'm sorry, Raven, I know you liked the company."

"What did I do?" he asked immediately.

"What do you mean? He didn't do this because of anything you did. You and him were friends, there's no questioning that. This is about getting locked out, it has nothing to do with you."

"I'm why he was out," Raven insisted, too clever to not have figured out that he made the racket that got Potatonut kicked out.

I sighed. "He might still come back, you know. He'll probably just come back as soon as he gets hungry."